DTPM Shenanigans

The evening started off with us all meeting up at Marcus's. Its somehow become tradition since New Years, especially as he lives just minutes walk from the club. I arrived at his around 8PM and the boys were late as usual. Its normally Carl is late arriving at Woody's for a lift but this time Woody was undergoing a wardrobe chrisis. He couldnt decide on a shirt and arrived close to ten pm at the Flat only to try on half of Marcus's Wardrobe. We arrived at DTPM around 1030.

Surprisingly the club was practically empty until around midnight but the tickets were sold out and soon went from Empty to capacity. Did our usual rounds of Hello's, Kerry on Membership (Congratulations to Kerry & Hattie on their engagement) and then found a spot in the bar.

The music started to rocking and we danced for hours.

At one stage with us all on the dance floor Marcus decided that the beat of the music was actually saying, "I am an Essex Girl, I am an Essex Girl, I am an Essex Girl". Somehow I think it was directed at me, even though he also works in Essex :-)

Lost the boys around five and carried on dancing till just before 0700! Fantastic as always. So glad that all the boys came. They are like Family and it was the most amazing night, as always! Roll on the next Bank Holiday!


Tonight was Cadice's 30th Birthday Party in Candy Bar. I went with Kenton arriving around 630PM till 10:00. Strangley there were more gay men in the Lesbian bar than women! Just got home and am up at six! Roll on Wednesday, I have a day off. This social life is tres Exhausting! X

I was at the gym this week and had my Ipod on Play Random Songs. While on the tread Mill the song Creep Came on by G4. Listening to the words I couldnt help but think of Dusan!

CREEP


With you here before me
Can look you in the eye
Your just like an Angel
Your skin makes me Cry
You float like a feather
in a beautifull world
your so very special
I wish I was special

But I'm a Creep
Im a weirdo
What am I doing here?
I dont belong here

I dont care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect Party
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When Im not around
Your so very special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
Im a weirdo
What am I doing here?
I dont belong here

His, running out the door
His, running, his run run run
But im a creep
I'm a weirdo
What am I doing here?
I don't belong here

His running out the door
His running his run run run
I dont belong here?


Maybe its a sign that instead of waiting for him to come to me I should go there? Who's to know what the future holds? I have always wanted to live abroad again after all.



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DTPM Bank Holiday Extravaganza May 28th 2006

Once again another Bank Holiday has come around and as is almost tradition, the boys and I are heading off to DTPM.

Marcus sadly declined earlier in the week as said he was off to Cardiff for a Detox weekend. He called up earlier this afternoon and said that he was having to carry his tail between his legs but for some reason was now barred from the Cardiff Clubs and was coming home to go to DTPM with us all. :-) So the whole gang will be there. Woody, Steve, Carlos, Marcus & my friend Neil. Plus of course myself.

We will all meet at Marcus's flat which is only minutes walk from DTPM. Showered, dressed and ready to go I am now at that pre clubbing event stomach! You know, kind of nervous, kind of excited. Come on, I cant be the only one that gets it!

Big Brother (UK) 7

Seven years after it first screened on our televisions Big Brother is back and bigger than ever. With 13 Contestants and 13 weeks it is probably one of the most talked about thing on British Television. I dont know how popular it is in other countries but in the UK its preety Huge.

Last thursday saw the Big Brother 7 Launch Party with the lovely host, Divina giving us a tour of the new Big Brother House and introducing us to the contestants one at time as they entered the House.

First in was Bonnie who was quickly joined by Pete. Pete suffers from Torrets Syndrome and contrary to what most people think is not swearing all of the time. Infact, in my opinion is one of the Nicest people in the House this year.

After that came Shahbaz who in his audition tape introduced himself as an Indian Poof who wanted to prove that all Muslims are not bad people.

The contestants then poured in, Lea who self confessed has at present, the biggest boobs in the country (Cosmetically enhanced of course), Glyn the life guard from North Wales who loved himself and his body more than you could Imagine. Sezer the Stockbrocker, 26 and a real ladies man. Richard the Gay Canadian Cowboy, Lisa, a hyperactive Chinese Girl with a Northern accent, Mikey Gods gift to Women and Nikki the spoilt little Daddies Girl and George the Preppy with apparently Royal connections.

With all our contestants in the house, like most Big Brother Addicts I switched over to E4 to watch Big Brother Live. I really am addicted. You know that you should switch off when you see that the House Mates have gone to bed and you are still awake, with it on in the background. No, I dont watch them sleeping, its purely background. Honest!

Shahbaz looked really hyperactive on the first night and was clearly touching up every cute mail contestant that entered the house. But his hyperactivity even started to get to you in the first evening.

By Day two he was annoying not only me but the housemates too.

By Day Four the papers were full of the fact that Shahbaz was going barmy. He really did seem two biscuits short of a Tin. The more he annoyed the Big Brother House mates the more he was isolating himself until he was doing nothing but wind everyone in both the Audience and the House wanting him to shut up.

It all came to head yesterday when he really seemed to loose the Plot and agreed with Big Brother that he should now leave the House. The papers & News bulletins today have said he has stated that the house made him go off the rails a bit.

Meanwhile, on Tuesday, Cute Pete was shown Whipping out his apparently 11" willy to the contestants in the Pool. Of course this happened the night I was training late at the gym but thankfully the traulers of the web have found clips of it and posted them for all to see.

Sezer has nailed a kiss and a cuddle and only one week I think I am more into Big Brother than I have ever been before. Usually by week one I can remember two or three of their names, not the whole house. (Oops so I forgot to Mention Dawn & Imogen earlier and I may have missed more but I know all their names this year.

Day 7 and this afternoon the news readers tell us that Dawn has been termintated from the house having broken rules by cheating and having recieved a Code from the Outside. Gripping stuff and I think I am hooked! Pete to Win!!!

Its alright, Babys coming back!

Had a surprise phone call at around 2130 this evening from the love of my life, Dusan. Hard as I may try I cant move on with my life until I know either way if there is or is not a future for the two of us. We met in 2003 and started dating soon after and then after two near perfect years the Home Office revoked his work permit forcing him to return to Croatia after five years of working and paying tax in the UK. They said he could stay but not work and financially that was not an Option. He had always wanted to work on a Cruise ship and coming from the Ivy as Head water had little trouble in finding a job with carnival. He gets about a half day off per week at the moment and called me while on a break from his Cabin. Funny how you can feel happy all day and then a single phone call can change your mood. I know I come across as Brash and a big front as a the Cowboy but deep inside I am just as weak as everyone else and when your heart has fallen for someone its always hard when you are apart.

His Current Contract ends in August and so we were planning his visit in the summer. He has to book a flight home to Croatia first with the amount of Luggage he has and then will come and visit for a week or so.

I cant believe its been over 18 months since he left. In the time between then and now I have met people I fancy but have Never wanted to progress anything deeper than friendship as I have feelings in my Heart for Dusan. I think of him Everyday and miss him more as each day passes.

He will come for a holiday in the summer and then I may go back to Croatia with him for a while. Until Croatia joins the EU we are kind of stumped for Options. So here I am, stuck in Limbo, waiting for my baby to return.

At least we got to talk and catch up a bit on the telephone this evening and soon enough we will be dancing at DTPM and enjoying the fun times we had back in 2003 and 2004. Why does it hurt so much to say goodbye? Hardly seems fair that he cant come and work when if you live in Poland or other Eastern European countries that are part of the Union Can. So for now, I send you my love Baby and count the days until I can say hello and hold you in my arms once more.
Big love

Neil


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A funny old week

Its been a bit of a funny old week really all said and done. My memory is never what it used to be so I cant even remember what I was up to last monday (isnt that just terrible?) but tuesday I had an interview with Computeach. Having seen their advert online I wasnt really sure as to what they offered and they called me and offered to send someone around to discuss training possibilities. Although the interview went really well, im not really sure that I want to progress into the technical side of IT. But I am keeping my options open for now.

As soon as my interviewer left I had time for a quick change before zipping around the M25 for my 3 or 4 time annual trip to Bluewater Shopping Mall with Georgi. Georgi and I have made it our habbit for over four years now to meet at the mall in Starbucks and chat over a Frappuchino followed by some shopping and a movie. Usually it is either she or I that ends up doing all of the shopping and leaves with bag after bag of goods and the other just assists in the selection process. We then make our way to the cinema and enduglge in a huge soft drink, Popcorn, Nachos or whatever we decide to treat ourselves too. This week the screening we selected was Mission Impossible III. Georgi had seen it already but with most of the films we wanted to see not opening until Friday (Da Vinchi Code, X Men III) we decided on MI III and enjoyed it to its completion.

Wednesday I had a ton of paperwork to do and met up with Ryan. A lad from Harlow I had been talking to online for ages but never had a chance to meet. Was fun.

Thursday was back to work and not before time either. Having been away since the 1st of the month in the Algarve and not worked on anything that paid since I was beinging to worry about my mounting bills. Thankfully things pick up a bit this week.
I headed into the office and loaded some software before hosting two meeting and popping into Richard & Marks on the way home. They finally tie the knott on June 16th after living together for 15 years. we are constantly reminded that this is NOT a wedding and just a civil ceromony to make their living arrangement legal in the eyes of the law but Stuart and I (The two willing witnesses) are determined to give the boys a send off to singledom they never will forget and between us have been plotting and planning a Stag / Hen do that they will remember! All will be revealed in time. We dont wan the boys to find out what we have up our sleaves.

Friday was stay at home and laze day. I had a mountain of household chores and admin to get through and things to book like the MOT & Tax on the car, returning the Plasma TV with one that works correctly. Getting there slowly. As soon as the house in the sort of order I want it to be I will host my House Warming.

This evening I am kindly staying at my dear friend Kentons. He lives in Ruislip and lets me stay over when I have to be at work in the early hours near Heathrow. Right now the M25 motorway is worse than ever and the journey on a Monday is taking near on three hours. He cooked me a delicious dinner, we took the dog for a walk and sat and watched some Ab Fab, Doctor who and Indiana Jones before heading to bed to update my Blog.

Hopefully things will excite up a bit next week! Roll on the summer.

Can you believe we are in Doubt with all the rain we have had. There is even talk if it doesnt rain a lot in the next two weeks of us having water disconnected and having to use Water Stands in the street to collect water. How medieval. How unlucky Bitches!




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SBN - Stark - B*****k Naked

My dearest friends, Mark & Richard, invited me to join them at a club that their friend Simon Wallis ran in Vauxhall. Now I know that my Blog is rated PG and I try to keep it to a level of decency but I cant let this pass without making note.

We made our way down to the Hoist in Vauxhall and paid our £6 to enter the club. You could say, it does, what it says on the Tin. The dress code is clearly, Footwear only. There is something strangly nutralising about the fact that everyone is wearing the same, Nothing at all. So we had a couple of drinks and enjoyed the music in our natural state! Considering how conservative Britain can be, it sure is Liberal in many ways. At least the heating was on and the venue nice and warm, otherwise they would have to change the name to Freeze your B*****ks Off!

OMG Im flying Cattle Class

I have an old Saying that is, "If you buy Cheap, you buy Twice" but somehow my fathers Prudence with Money has been imbedded into me. Why pay nearly £200 to travel on British Airways when EasyJet is under £100. The flight to Faro is only 2.5 Hours and sure you dont get any free refreshments. Instead they pass through with a trolley service offering snacks available for purchase. I did do some searching around for prices but EasyJet won on Price and the fact they fly from my local airport, Stansted.

The word of advice Emily & I would like to offer Stelios is to "Rebrand". Everybody knows the Easy Brand name for being the cheaper version of everything. But do we really have to be subjected to that bright Orange colour on Everything? The Livery, the safety card, the seat numbers, the Magazine, the Sick Bag, Everything was Orange. Even the crew wore a discusting shade of faded grey and bright Orange. To me it looks like a Can of Fanta or Sunkiss Orange.

But the Orange I can just about live with, especially short hall. I know a new venture in the group is EasyCruise, a low cost Cruising Holiday around the med on a converted cross channel ferry. Can you imagine, waking up in the morning and the walls, furniture, bedding is all Easy Orange. The Colour that Lifeboat Jackets always have been in my mind.

Having enjoyed our cocktails and the tranquility of the Private Lounge a wave of tension pours over you as you walk back into the buzzing departure area. Our gate had been announced and as we had early boarding numbers this meant we would be in the first 30 to be allowed to board the plane.

I have never seen a bunch of grown adults act so uncivilised. EasyJet do NOT offer you a pre allocated seat. You are guaranteed a seat but you choose your own once you board the Plane. At Faro you have to take a bus from the departure gate that leads you to the staircraft steps. This is always so Glam when you arrive and they open the Cabin Doors streaming in Hot Sunshine and you have put on your seasons summer shades just to make your entrance (Drama Queen or Lucky Bitch?). But on the return this means the first off the bus get the first choice of seats. The second that the bus pulled up to the aircraft it was like a Stampede as everyone pushed and shoved and grown adults even in their 50s and 60s ran to either the front or rear steps to board the Plane. Elbows pushed people grabbed their friends hands and litterally fought like Cattle to get out of the bus and be first to the trough (well onto the Plane). If the airplane were a 747 I can see why people would want to go to such effort to get a little extra leg room, but the Emergency Exits on these Airbuses are mid row and maybe you get an extra inch. The other exits at the front are right by the Galley & Toilets so far from glamerous really.

We found our way to Row 5, up front but away from the Lavatories. Having been Long Haul on so many flights I guess I am used to long distance travel, but it was the most upheavel we had gone through in duration of the whole Holiday. I guess thats what you get for being cheap, afterall Neil, 'You buy Cheap, You buy Twice!'






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Baker Days & VIP Lounges

With just three days left of holiday we decided we would like to go home with some serious colour. Back in the late 1980s we were often given days off school for Teacher Training. These were called Baker Days after the Minister that put them into the law. We dedicated the final three days of our trip to being Baker Days. Plan of Action, to sit & Bake. Naturally we smothered ourselves in sunscren and spent from 10:00 - 14:00 every day on the beach. The great thing about Vale do Lobo's beaches is that you can only access them by driving through the reort. As such, there are very few people on the Beach. On Friday we sat on a Beach and litterally did not see another person for over an hour for as far as the eye could see in either direction. It truly did look like we had hired our very own private Island.

By 14:00, our water was nearly drank and on the peckish front we headed back to one of the Praca's seafront cocktail bars for a small apertif and then made our way back to the Villa for a spot of Lunch. By early afternoon the Sun is directly in front of the Patio creating a Sun Spot of un interupted altra violet rays. With our supply of Champagne and having bought Vodka, Amaretto & Baileys we made some screaming multiple orgasms and lay out to chill to the lightfooted dance tracks of Gaydar Radio.

Having spent All Day, Friday, Saturday and Sunday we were both deeply golden and packed up our cases ready for the next days departure.

Monday we awoke at 7:00, cleaned up the remaining dishes and tidied and found our way back to the Airport and checked in prior to 0800.
Armed with my Priority Pass (www.prioritypass.com) we quickly cleared security, stopped in Duty Free and found our way to the Lounge. Priority Pass membership allows you, for a small fee, to use a Private Lounge at over 450 airports worldwide. When you consider how much a sandwhich and a coffee costs at some airports the fee is easily covered by having a complimentary couple of drinks and snacks. Naturally all refreshments are free once inside as are newspapers and snacks. I have been lucky at some airports and you get free champagne too, but it does vary lounge to lounge. Having enjoyed a private deluxe villa for 9 days and our own Car we felt that just going home and sitting in the regular departures would be a low point for the holiday. So we presented the Card and enjoyed an Oasis compared to the noise & bustle of the main terminal.
Armed with our Tradittional Lounge beverage, a Bloody Mary each, we were ready to return to Blighty!


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My the Fourth be with you

Its the old Joke, May the Fourth be with you, but did you realise yesterday while you slumbered at 1.23AM in the morning it was actually the time and date of 1:23 on the 4/5/6 . Last time I remember that was 10/9/87 6:54 AM.

Plan A today was if its Sunny hit the beach by 10:00AM. Its suppposed to be sunny, so where doing just that! Cocktails at the beach front seem very appropriate. We cant believe they are only 6 Euros down on the sea front. They cost £7 in London.

More later... Neil x ;-)

How many people does it take to change a Tire?

Question: How many people does it take to Change a Tire. Ok, I did do it once, back in Florida in 1995. I was driving my car down to the supermarket and half where there it must have hit a piece of glass or something. It took me 90 minutes on a Hot July Florida Day to figure out where to put the Jack, change the tire and eventually slice my hand open in the process. Since then I have had alternatives. My beloved Samantha (That’s my Mini) doesn’t even have a Spare Tire. If you get a Flat it has a Pump that is powered from the cigarette lighter. You spray this white stuff in to the tire, pump it up and can drive anywhere as long as you don’t go over 50 MPH. Giving you enough time to get to your destination or your nearest BMW showroom that will help with your plight. Plus they have Roadside Assistance and the last time I got a flat I just called a Man and he came to help (Lucky Bitches).

So realising that we had a flat, I reversed the car off of the hill to the flat and looked for the Jack and Kit in the boot. Plus of course the spare tire. Try as we might we couldn’t figure out how to get the blooming Bolts off the Tire. They seemed to be two sizes too small for the Kit Provided. Eventually a Very Hot Latino came to our assistance and showed us where we were going wrong. Somewhat covered in dirt and a full 30 minutes later our tyre was changed. We showered, Changed and headed into Almancil to get the Puncture fixed. Not really sure how we would explain ourselves in Portuguese we tried the simple approach, "Do you speak any English?". To our relief, "A Little", Came the reply. And in less than 20 minutes a very friendly team of mechanics had checked the wheel, fixed the puncture.

We decided that as the sun was nearly done for the day a trip into Old Faro would be fun, and found ourselves lost in a Maze of one way streets. With a gale brewing and our stomachs hungry for some food we made our way to the Mall and a fabulous Mexican Restaurant that served 6 Euro Fajitas. Delish! Adjacent to the Mall was a Jumbo Hypermarket and we were virtually out of essentials, Dishwasher Powder, Champagne Water. So we stocked our trolley plus some fresh vegetables too and found ourselves cruising back up the motorway at the latest we had been out all week. Arriving at sunset at 2045. Unpacked, Cracked open a bottle of bubbly and settled in to watch the movie of the evening, tonight: Hitch - With Will Smith. Emily has just retired and with the weather supposed to be hotter than we have had yet, where planning an early start of Breakfast on the Beach as Lucky Bitches do! Goodnight. x

Weather Predictions

The problem with Weather Predictions is that you can never rely on them. They said on the Weather Channel that the high would be in the mid sixties this week, which we confess we thought was on the little mild side. Of course in reality that must be the Temperature in the Shade. Our little Cabriolet, the Black Peugeot 307 has a temperature gage and at no point yesterday did she say it was below 85. So we did exactly what English people are supposed to do, according to the saying, Only Mad Dogs & English Men go out the mid day sun and clearly we are both English and Mad, so count on hands.

Yesterday as it was cloudy to start with we decided to venture from our luxury surrounds and to make our way to the nearest towns, both Villamoura & Faro.

Villamoura being a Port Town and filled with condominums and was so filled with English football shirt bearing types (Brits abroad) that you could practically be anywhere on the planet. Infact we would rather be anywhere on the planet thank you very much. So we stopped to pick up very inexpensive Champagne, White Port, Baileys & Ammeretto to enjoy poolside at the Villa and headed back, via the supermarket to get some fresh fruit & veg and enjoyed yet another day of chiling by the pool.

Woke up this morning to a scattering of Cloud, Emily Took off for a 45 minute Run around the resort, while I opened some more champagne for Brunch and listened to GAYDAR RADIO. Its funny, you can be thousands of miles from home but thanks to modern technology you can feel at home with the familiar sounds of fabulous music and your favourite DJs. Gosh I am sounding like a Sponsor here.

As the weather was a little cooler we headed to the Praca for a round of Crazy Golf and then onto the beach front bar for a round of Cocktails and some Chips. Gosh, maybe we are like Brits Abroad too? Never! Clearly not, for we are Lucky Bitches and never are clad in football colours. Ok, so we might be known to hang out with Victoria & David but thats as far as it goes. Oh, talking of football, did we mention that Vale do Lobo is going to the vacation choice of the English Football team as of the 15th May. Sorry boys, we beet you to it. Kind of glad though, we felt, even playing Crazy Golf that people were watching and taking photos. This weird chap, who could easily have been called a Pervert was watching us playing golf and standing in a close proximity that would make anyone uneasy.

So we retreated, once again, to the safety of the Villa. To write some postcards and settled down to an afternoon of DVD entertainment in the style of Mrs Henderson Presents. She steals the show and mind you, Will Young & Bob Hoskins are preety cool too.

Going to have a quiet evening now and get up early to maybe go visit Faro Market tomorrow.

Till then from Emily & I, enjoy a Sangria on us! X Neil & Emily Cadmor'e Court Saint Court. x

Cocktails?

Decided for a Sunset Cocktail, on the sea front! Bliss.

Pool Days

Pool Days (Lucky Bitches)

We had both set a Curfew of 10:00am as the latest point in which to wake up. After all we didn’t come all this way to just sleep in and miss all of the sunshine. Emily was already out and lying on a sun lounger by the time I woke at 0930.

We decided that a quick drive with the Top down on the 307 of the complex (Vale do Lobo – Europe Finest Resort (Click on the word POOL DAYS above for More info on Vale do Lobo)Emily not being used to driving on the Right Hand side of the road and not a regular driver in London, it would give her some practice on quiet private Roads. We started our way to reception so that I could get a New Copy of my “Family Card” given us discounts at the Supermarket & Restaurants”

We drove the outskirts of the complex looking at the beaches & facilities on the way and coming back in full circle via the Supermarket to stock up on a Big Shop of essentials such as Wine, Champagne and all the usual sort of nibble that you like to indulge on while away.

We were back at the Villa by 11:00 in time for Brunch in the Sunshine. Covered ourselves in Factor 8 and sat out by the pool for much of the day. Only stopping to open a Bottle of wine or grab some nibbles. Have you ever noticed how hard work sitting in the sun can be? At one stage I dozed off, only waking at 630 as the sun was going down from my lounger. A little Bronzed, a little reddened I retreated to the Shower & a smothering of Aloe Vera after sun before settling in for the night and our own Party for Two “The Grand Welcoming Celebrations” As Emily & I made Vegetarian Fajitas & sipped on Rose Champagne while sat around the lit gas fire watching (am I the last person on the planet to see this) Broke€back Mountain, which I had purchased on the way to watch out here. What a sweet story but really quite sad. Makes you realize how lucky we are to be gay and live the wonderful lives of acceptance that we can in the 21st Century.

Whether it was the sunshine, the champagne or just the fact that were so relaxed I don’t know, but Emily had passed out on the couch by 930PM and slept for a full twelve hours. I watched the end of the movie, had a Night Cap of Jack Daniels Single Barrel and tucked myself in for a good nights rest cos tomorrow is yet another day of indulgence for us Lucky Bitches – as Emily Algarve Cardmor’e Court and the Baron Borchard do “Lucky Bitches in the Sun” Hola.